Prince Dickens used the cold blade to gently tap Urus's cheek, and a playful voice sounded.
"Your Highness, please let me live. I won't say anything."
"I don't know anything!"
"I will not tell anyone else about you, not even the Holy Church..."
Urus struggled desperately and kept begging for mercy with a trembling voice.
"I am a person of integrity, and of course I will keep my promise."
Prince Dickens chuckled and ordered: "Come on, stop his bleeding."
"Yes, sir." The manservant came up, held gauze, and blocked Bruce's severed hand. He raised his hand slightly and cast a simple magic to stop the blood that was constantly spurting out.
"Thank you, Your Highness, Your Highness!" Ulus thanked him quickly, not daring to feel the slightest resentment in his heart. He was very aware of the gap between himself and the nobles.
Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is a famous figure with unlimited fame. He has climbed from a citizen to a city official, and has also received the support of the church. It can be said that he is unparalleled in the limelight.
But in fact, he knew very well that he was just a dog in the hands of the nobles and the church.
There is absolutely no comparison with the real aristocracy.
Not to mention the royal family among the nobility, this is simply a huge difference.
Prince Dickens is the most outstanding young generation in the royal family. He is currently competing with another prince for the right to inherit the crown prince. He may have the opportunity to become the king in the future.
How dare Urus resist?
How dare you feel dissatisfied?
Ants should just lie down on the ground. Any struggle is seeking death.
"Come, take off the cloth from his eyes." Prince Dickens sat down again and ordered.
"Yes, sir." The manservant saluted respectfully and walked towards Urus.
"No, no, no, Your Highness, I was wrong. I didn't dare to look. I don't know anything. I won't say anything..." Urus struggled violently. He knew very well that once he saw the other party's face,
Appearance, he is dead.
Prince Dickens will not let go of anyone who has seen him.
"You are really smart...I kind of like you..."
"It's a pity that you are so smart. You should know that only the dead can keep secrets forever."
"What a shame!"
"In the next life, remember to be with the right master..."
Prince Dickens waved his hand and made a disposal gesture.
The manservant had no expression on his face, he just raised his hand gently and untied the black cloth covering his eyes.
As soon as Urus saw the handsome and cold face of Prince Dickens, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
A silver needle was inserted into his neck.
He is dead.
Prince Dickens looked at Ulus' frozen expression, shook his head, and showed a trace of regret: "Oh, I forgot, you will not have another life..."
Prince Dickens snapped his fingers, and a purple-black flame rose up out of thin air on Ulus' body.
"Ahhhh..."
As the purple-black flame burned, a painful groan that was difficult for ordinary people to hear resounded in the room.
The manservant still bowed his head respectfully, as if he didn't notice.
But Prince Dickens seemed to be able to hear it and enjoyed it very much. He crossed his legs and leaned back on the chair, looking at the burning flames and corpses.
From the spiritual perspective of Prince Dickens, a soul was covered in extremely hot purple-black flames as soon as it emerged from the corpse. It continued to struggle and gradually perished.
Both body and soul are destroyed!
This weird purple-black flame can actually burn the soul directly?
Prince Dickens stood up and walked out of the door slowly.
After Prince Dickens left the room, an invisible ancient door opened out of thin air, sucking in the corpse and the burning purple-black flames, leaving only a white skull.
The footman picked up the skull and left the room.
After a while, the manservant walked to a dark black wooden door, pushed it open, pressed the button, and walked to an underground secret room.
The valet gently pressed the button of the wall lamp on the wall and brushed it. The wall lamp lit up, and shelves appeared in the valet's view. On the shelves, there were various skulls, a dazzling array.
At a glance, there are at least tens of thousands of them.
There are humans, aliens, and aberrants...
The manservant had no expression on his face, holding the skull in his arms, walked to an empty shelf, and put it on it.
After doing this, the manservant turned and left the underground secret room.
As the manservant left, the lights went out.
…
Yorick Cemetery, in front of an ordinary tombstone.
Blake held a simple wooden magnifying glass in his hand and was carefully examining the tombstone.
This is an extremely special search-type sealed object.
Code number 3-0197, the name is the magnifying glass of ancient scholars.
The relatively simple effect is to provide users with a certain archaeological analysis, and the price they need to pay is just thirst.
There are no additional side effects except that the use time is relatively short and can only be used for 2 hours a day.
This kind of negative effect is relatively small for sealed objects.
[It has been flipped within three months...]
"It is indeed here." Blake looked at the reminder given by the magnifying glass. He was sure that this was the place where the iron coffin was stored.
But what is a bit strange is why Salom IV buried the iron coffin here?
It would be too strange to say that it was for the purpose of refining corpses or for other series of potion rituals!
Grave digging belongs to the Path of Death, and Salom IV is not an Extraordinary of this path at all.
How could he make an iron coffin and be buried here?
"This matter is very strange. Perhaps the disappearance of Salom IV is related to this matter..." Blake thought like this, without any hesitation, he took the shovel he had prepared long ago from his back and started.
Dig.
If you want to investigate the truth of the matter, you must dig out the contents.
one time.
Two times.
Three times.
Soon, the soil was dug up, and a brand new coffin made of iron gradually emerged.
"Found it."
Blake looked carefully and found no traces of magic signs or magic rituals on the outside.
Obviously, this iron coffin does not have a magic circle or a psychic circle on its appearance.
As for whether it was inside, Black wasn't sure.
After all, if the sealing level is high, it can be completely hidden.
Just as he was standing on this piece of soil, if he hadn't relied on the sealed object, he wouldn't have known that there was an iron coffin buried inside.
His spiritual perception was disturbed.
Therefore, he could only use the particularity of the sealed object to determine its location.
Blake put away the shovel, took out the magic pendant, and began to protect himself, reciting spells to strengthen his defense.
"Blessing of Power!"
"Advanced defense!"
"Blessings of Min!"
"Enhanced recovery!"
With the blessing of several special light abilities, Blake is fully armed, with a faint light floating around his body, and all kinds of protections are fully loaded.
After all preparations were completed, Blake walked to the iron coffin, raised the shovel, tilted it hard, and opened the coffin.
"boom!"
When the coffin was pried open and Blake saw the figure inside, he froze on the spot.
This...this is...
The person lying inside the coffin turned out to be himself?